Kataem & Sani - Talk Show

Get off my back hoe
I'll put the game on its back bone
I'm on they ass, I'm an asshole
Haters moving like a talk show
Like what the hell you tryna talk for
When it's all tale like a tad pole
Know they all getting washed up when they put me on like a bathrobe

Keep my head up on the dubs gotta keep the green on me like I'm Cosmo
Imma drown her in the cash flow while she drowning me up in her jawbone
And the shorty brought a bottle
I might just dig her out until she hollow
I know that for my city I'm a model
But if you biting me you better swallow
Otherwise get off my dick right now
I'll take names like a risk right now
I was born broke but I'm more like a fix right now
This a lil hit right now
Come and take a sip right now
Oh you want smoke like a cig better sit right down
Just take notes, tell yo clique right down
You just live here but this shit my town
Okay he bright, tell the kid lights out
Tell a fuck nigga don't jack my style
Boy I'm the goat and it's all on file
Running the game make a bitch want miles
Might get kicked out coach, got a brand new coat and it smell like loud
Profit on the rise but you know I go for broke if you know my route

So, get off my back hoe
I'll put the game on its back bone
I'm on the ass, I'm an asshole
Haters moving like a talk show
Got the haters on Miranda Cosgrove
And blunt packed like Costco
And I'm on a wave giving out more dope lines than Pablo

I'll give out props, yeah you dope but you not like me
Oh that's a cool looking whip but it's on a lease
I'll get the figures once they get the picture, mona lis'
I'll get 'em six feet, all deceased at my least
So capiche
Got a queen
Hitting my line for royalties
Cause got her hitting high notes lowkey
Know i gotta keep that only g
Plays on plays, no coaching me
My heat poke holes in the ozone but I'm like Frozone
Nobody cold as me
I don't need to make sense boy, I make dollars
Sipping that Oz, blowing that oz up
Boy you snake so you gon eat dust
I'm more a snake like Kobe was
And I'm gon blow like Korea
Don't you go act like you know me bruh
Treat you like my only son
you got funds then show me some
Oh wait don't you owe me uhhhh

Gimme my cash hoe
I'll put the game on its back bone
I'm on they ass, I'm an asshole
Haters moving like a talk show
Like what the hell you tryna talk for
When it's all tale like a tad pole
Know they all getting washed up when they put me on like a bathrobe
Not playing with you, you, you, or you

Fuck you
Sani wassup yeah
Even at my worse man I'm still on fleek
Doing numbers with my crew got my brain on geek
That girl looking like an eater tell her taste on me
Somebody get these rappers 'fore I rampage on beats

Written by:
Kataem O'connor

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